The solo trip

I traveled for days through the Meccas, stopping here and there to marvel at the accomplishments of society. I felt increasingly alone the farther I went. Cities blur into each other and without familiar faces you blur into the crowd of nobodies. You are a strange pilgrim. After four days I found respite in the Mountains. There I felt as if I was in the world, but not of it until I wandered through a dawn fog that was alive with the cacophony of life rejoicing in itself. Brother to every passing creature, the electricity of the forest was the echo of my spirit. I spent the next few days bonding with someone who was both familiar and a stranger. The security of our shared lunacy was painful to leave. I felt as if I had been separated from my shadow. Home always seems more empty when I return. Blessed are the reasons that cause us to wander.